Klaimco,' The easy life, plentiful money and an obscurebut un-obscured view to a present. The feelingof more of the same, just integrate ones – selfinto the smooth functioning system to find onesown path, the aim, to eclipse the opportunitiesand achievements of the generation before.This all felt possible and achievable, or the environment made it seem so.Someone's business fails and you can’t get a joband you cant afford to pay your bills and yourfood seems to get more expensive every week.The official statistics back up your feeling thatthings have become harder and more expen –sive, the tone of the politicians and the textureof the mediated slogans imbue the world with apessimistic hue. A helplessness in the face oflarger uncontrollable technological culturalsocial forces.The power of data, the unstoppable growth ofcomputer memory capacity and of processingspeeds. The shrinking of device-size. The moveto ‘THE [heavenly] CLOUD’ the virtual –virtual astral plane. We have no need tophysically retain our own data anymore, intrue capitalist fashion this job is outsourced tolower cost locations, in data centres on businessparks in Leipzig or Palo Alto or Mumbai orWherever.Since 2000 all we’ve heard is that there is acrisis. There is a crisis happening now, in ourworld all around us, although we can’t alwayssee it or feel it, it is there in the images and thearticles and replays and the data. A financialcrisis in the world economy. A crisis in theworld. A world crisis. What more do we needto see to make it real. How many more govern– ment budgets need to be slashed and taxesincreased before we see the enormity of theproblems. How many sick and unemployedand disabled and marginalized people must weforce to straighten up and fly right before weFEEL the crisis. We are either in a period oflatency or complacency. The system is brokenand no one knows how to fix it, or whether weshould bother to fix it because you know itkinda works right? You have a job and a roofover your head and internet and a twitteraccount and you can follow whoever you wantand you can share and swap and swirl andwhirl the infinity of data and electronic andphysical commodities of our age around youin a blanket of comfort and a sly wink to yourbuddy and the irony, the marginalized whocant keep up who aren’t aware who don’twant can't occupy this space and don’t knowhow to use it. As we disappear into this blackhole the REAL WORLD carries on with itsbuilding sites turning into factories producinggoods shipped and packaged and barcoded anddelivered by a man in a brown van wearing anoverall designed by someone to your home wh –ere you live and there you go you have whatyou want need now.The numbing synthesis. The white horse in thecorner of your burger. The dislocation and thecleanliness of your hands. '#hand2hand:0)Sincerely,B N